"West Coasting Zac Nelson double-doses and lifts this rump roast with layers of sprite-like bliss wafting; a come-and-go series of ghosts over spans of time then in fact here comes a complete cosmic sine-flute journey. I don't know, maybe Vangelis and Klaus Schulze get fed each other's good vibes and then, oh yeah, the realness of the sound and a weight or extreme heaviness. Walls, sheets, large tarps of these "good vibes" get spun by a sampler dish of Sunroof-esque absolute hum'n'burn clatter, completely searing, straight-up whopper, and somewhere around the near edge of celestial submerged polyorchestral non-existence emersion into microshard peaks of looping bucolic, stoney walk-on-the-water synth(?) fragment melody permeation you - eventually, no matter where you are - you're pretty much lost in a mellow excitement/familiar space "I think someone whispered my name"-type deal. All the mentioned unfolds in one 39 minute track." (Loren Shimanek)